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Lights in the Sky–The Scandinavian Ghost Rockets

An alleged ghost rocket. Many suspect the object was a meteor.

An alleged ghost rocket. Many suspect the object was a meteor.

The year was 1946. One year previous, the most devastating war in human history reached its bloody conclusion. A good portion of the world lay in ruins, with millions dead and millions more displaced. While the embers of the previous war had not yet died out, the fires of a new one were growing–what we know today as the Cold War between the United States and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

The former allies were not shy about looting the corpse of the Nazi Empire for whatever scientific knowledge they could get their hands on. Both sides shuttled Nazi scientists and weaponry back home to aid their own research programs. While the United States was the only country at the time with nuclear weapons, fears that the USSR would not be far behind were rampant. The scramble to secure rocket and other technology, stoked by fears of Soviet military power, laid the underpinnings of the arms race that would characterize the next fifty years of world history.

It was against the backdrop of war and the threat of war that reports of mysterious objects began coming out of Sweden, and later other Scandinavian countries. Eye witnesses reported seeing strange, missile-like objects in the sky. The objects zipped through the sky at incredible speeds, completely silent. They appeared to lack wings or any discernible aerodynamic features. A few reports described cigar-shaped objects moving at lower speeds, accompanied by  a low rumbling sound. Most of the objects flew horizontally, and they followed the large features of the ground below them.

No one in the Swedish government could figure out what the things were. Many sightings were attributed to  meteors, but not all could be explained away. All told, between May and December of 1946, there were 2000 sightings of strange lights in the Scandinavian sky, some of them accompanied by radar signatures. One of the first assumptions officials  made was that these strange objects were the test firings of rockets, possibly from the Soviet Union. That brought the US and the British into the mix, but the western Allies couldn’t turn up much themselves.

The rocket test hypothesis was pretty reasonable, given the time period. The Soviets did occupy Peenemunde, which was a secret German test site where V1 and V2 rockets were developed and tested. However, later research in the Soviet archives,  presumably after the fall of the USSR in 1989, showed that the captured German equipment was moved to Poland, and the Soviets never tested rockets at Peenemunde. Plus, the ghost rockets exhibited behavior that wasn’t feasible given the state of rocket technology in 1946. There was nothing at the time that could fly without apparent aerodynamic features like fins, nor was there anything that could follow ground features like the ghost rockets. Many of the objects sighted looked and acted like modern cruise missiles, but no one had that kind of technology at the time Also, some objects were seen to perform hairpin turns and maneuver in formation, something even modern cruise missiles can’t do.

Several of the objects were said to crash, lending credence to the idea that the sightings were of a top secret missile test program. After all, failures of some sort are expected with any new technology. However, investigations of crash sites turned up little more than craters and some bent vegetation.

So what were the ghost rockets? Nobody really knows for sure. They are quite literally UFOs–unidentified flying objects. Be they the results of top secret missile testing, mis-identification, or something of a less Earthly variety, we aren’t going to know anytime soon.

Project SUNSHINE, or the Time When Your Government Became Bodysnatchers

US Atomic Energy Commission LogoThe Cold War was a strange, strange era. The U.S. and the USSR jockeyed for supremacy in every field, but no field of the simmering conflict was fiercer nor more potentially disastrous than the competition to build a better Bomb. Both sides engaged in atmospheric nuclear tests until the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty of 1963, when both sides agreed to a moratorium on the practice.

What could bring two opposing super powers to the table to make such a historical agreement? Well, both sides increasingly worried over the effect nuclear fall out was having on the biosphere. These days we take for granted our understanding of radiation and its dangers, but it is good to bear in mind that back in the Cold War, especially in the late 40′s clear through the 60′s, there was a lot we didn’t know about radiation and how it might effect people and the environment.

That of course didn’t stop us from detonating hundreds of nuclear weapons out in the deserts of the Southwest, and out in the Pacific. Still, the Atomic Energy Commission was interested in discovering just how nasty radiation could be to the biosphere. So they commissioned Project GABRIEL to discover the impact of radioactive fallout. The study found that Strontium-90 was the worst culprit in terms of its impact on biology. The next step was to figure out the impact of radiation on the world’s population, which led the AEC to commission the innocuously named Project SUNSHINE in 1953.

That’s where things started to get ghoulish.

You see, the goal of the project was to figure out the global dispersion of Sr-90. To do this, the researchers measured the concentrations of the isotope in dead flesh and bones, particularly the remains of infants as their growing bones accumulate Sr-90 more readily. Now that sounds bad enough, but when you get into science you’re used to dealing with weird stuff. Besides, it wasn’t like the researchers just went out and yanked bodies out of graves without telling anyone, right? …right?

Wrong, unfortunately. This is a quote from AEC Commissioner Willard Libby: “So human samples are of prime importance and if anybody knows how to do a good job of body snatching, they will really be serving their country.”

So, yeah. A government agency actively engaged in body snatching for God and Country. If that’s not mad science, I don’t know what is.

I’ve Seen Jesus! …In a Grilled Cheese Sandwich.

The famous ‘Mars face’. This strange formation was first sighted in a photograph taken by the Viking I orbiter and released by NASA in 1976. The apparent face caused quite a stir amongst UFO buffs. Subsequent photos showed the face was nothing more than a mountain.

…well, okay I personally haven’t seen Jesus in a grilled cheese sandwich, but there have been those who claim they did. Reports of people seeing religious figures in random, mundane objects are pretty common–there’s even a cottage industry of shilling such objects to believers on EBay. Now the rest of us might snicker and shake our heads, thinking to ourselves that people are nuts and going on about our business. But hold on! This phenomena isn’t confined to a few who let wishful thinking and/or strong religious beliefs cloud what would otherwise be a functional rational capacity. Tell me: did you ever lay on the cool grass as a kid and stare at the clouds? What did you see? Perhaps a cloud that looked like a horse? How about a face? Have you ever been sitting in a doctor’s office, bored, staring at the chintzy wallpaper when all of a sudden you find a face staring back at you?

I know I have. I’ve seen faces in all sorts of random things. It turns out that this phenomena isn’t the result of some sort of mental misfiring, but rather it is part of our wiring. It is a phenomena called pareidolia, which is characterized by people perceiving random stimulus as significant, when really they aren’t. Basically, our brain is a categorizing machine. It despises random crap, and tries to assert order over the deluge of data constantly coming into it. Now this can lead to some odd associations; for example, baseball players are famously superstitious. Many have good luck charms or rituals that they swear by. This is a case of faulty correlation; a player happens to wear pink socks the day he hits five homers, and in his mind he associates the success with the pink socks. Really, we all know the hue of his socks has nothing to do with how well he hit, but the correlation is there nevertheless.

Now we know how the sometimes bizarre superstitions arise, but what does that have to do with an old lady seeing the Virgin Mary in her morning toast? Well, as I said, humans are pattern seeking animals. There is one pattern whose daily discernment is most crucial to our survival, even today–other people. Think about it. You can see a person’s face and instantly know whether they’re angry, happy, sad, or anything in between. Sure there is room for error there, but most people aren’t that great at controlling their facial expressions. Besides, when making a snap decision as to whether someone is going to smack you in the face with a brick and take your wallet, you’re probably not going to stop and ask how they’re feeling. Point being, for the last 2 million years of hominid existence, humans and their ancestors have had to be good at reading others. Which has made us good at picking out faces, even where there may not actually be any.

So, the next time someone sees the Pope in a fried ham and cheese sandwich, don’t be too quick to judge. They’re only being tricked by 2 million years of evolution.

The Space Roar–The Primordial Sound?

I’ve been AWOL this week from the ole blog as I’ve been busy wrangling fourth graders.  When I wasn’t doing that, I was home nursing what appears to be the beginning of another allergy attack/bout of sinusitis.  As part of the self improvement program I’ve initiated, I resolved to not kill myself for my hobbies.  So I haven’t done  much writing to speak of this week.  Then I remembered I had some entries done ahead of time for just such an occasion.  Better late than never right?  We should be back to our regularly scheduled programming next week, hopefully!

Looking up into the night sky is quite relaxing.  Seeing the pinpoints of distant stars against the navy blue backdrop of the night sky is a source of solace for some and inspiration for others.  Ever since humans began to walk upright, and maybe even before that, we have looked to the skies and wondered what lay in the boundless heavens.

Only in the last hundred years or so has our technology become powerful enough to let us peer into Nature’s innermost secrets.  And the more we learn, the stranger things get.  For example, here are a whole subset of bizarre, unexplained sounds out there.  So far I’ve covered one of the most famous on the blog, the Bloop.  But while the Bloop was massive, it is nothing more than a drop in the bucket compared to the Space Roar.

Back in 2009, a NASA team trying to find traces of heat from primordial stars on the far edges of the universe launched  an Absolute Radiometer for Cosmology, Astrophysics, and Diffuse Emissions (ARCADE).  They were looking for radio transmissions from the oldest stars in the universe.  As for why they were looking for radio waves, that is because they are electromagnetic waves.  Essentially, radio waves are light.  As light travels, its wave length stretches out and its frequency becomes slower.  So, what started as, say, infrared energy (heat) 13.7 billion years ago might have stretched out to become a 10cm radio wave by the time it reached Earth.

Now, as you might imagine the researchers were not expecting anything more than faint signals from so far away.  Imagine there surprise when they turned in the radiometer and heard a hiss six times louder than anything they expected.  No one knows the source–no known cosmic radio sources can come close to accounting for the Space Roar.  The only thing that comes close are so-called radio galaxies, and even they are not nearly powerful enough.  The roar drowns out any signals from the primordial stars the team was originally trying to study.  As science collectively scratches its head and plunges into the data to try and figure out what this thing is, we can only speculate about what mysterious forces are sending their roar through the void of space.

Life in a Lovecraftian Universe

The Father of Modern Horror himself, H.P. Lovecraft, circa 1934.

It occurred to me the other day that, in many ways, H.P. Lovecraft was spot on in his description of the universe.  For those unfamiliar with early 20th century American horror authors, Lovecraft is widely regarded as the father of modern horror.  His stories concerned a vast, unfeeling universe populated by superhuman beings who regarded us much like we regard ants.  Now we know this as cosmic horror, a subgenre characterized by a strange world that lives just out of our normal sight and senses, that only an unfortunate few brush up against.

Now, when I say that Lovecraft’s universe is a lot like ours, I’m not saying that Cthulhu is sleeping under the depths of the Pacific Ocean, waiting for the stars to align right for his awakening.  So far as we know there are no Elder Gods or Great Old Ones.  No, what Lovecraft got right was that the Universe is vaster and stranger than humans could ever conceive of up until now.  Keep in mind that in his day, we were only just discovering that there were other galaxies than the Milky Way.  Up until that point, it was believed that the entire universe was contained just within our galaxy.  Now we know that the distance from our Earth to the edge of the universe is about 13.7 billion light years (as opposed to the width of the Milky Way, about 100,000 light years across).

A light year is the distance it takes light to travel in a year.  For my American readers, that is about 6 trillion miles (10 trillion kilometers for my foreign friends).  To put that in perspective, it takes the light from out sun 8 minutes to travel 93 million miles.  Now, from here to the edge of the visible universe is 13.7 billion light years, approximately.  As for the width of the universe, that is less well defined.  That depends on the shape of the universe, and other factors.  Also, we believe that the universe itself stretches well beyond the visible edge of the universe, as the universe is continually expanding, faster and faster.  One estimate I saw put the width of the universe, including what we can’t see presumably, at about 78 billion light years.  Let that sink in a moment.

…ready?  Okay.  Now astronomers believe that the universe itself is 13.7 billion years old.  The earth is 4.5 billion years old.  Life on Earth is 3.8 billion years old.  Modern humans have existed about 200,000 years.  Human civilization is only about 5,000 years old.  We’ve been shooting things into space about 50 years now.

It’s easy to see how Lovecraft was right.  Science has shown us that the universe and time itself are vast almost beyond the ability for our minds to grasp them.  Earlier I said that humans were ants to the dark gods of Lovecraft’s imagination, but in terms of the sheer scale of our own universe we are smaller still, more like atoms than ants.

But it doesn’t end with size and age.  While so far as we know Earth is the only planet with life, that doesn’t mean there aren’t really bizarre and monstrous non-living things out there.  Black holes come to mind, those infinite wells of gravity from which even light cannot escape (stranger still, some believe they harbor universes within their depths, and that our own universe may lay within a black hole.  Weird huh?).  Then there are neutron stars, which are basically failed black holes that result from stars that didn’t quite have the mass to give birth to a singularity when they died.  Neutron star material is so densely packed that one teaspoon of it would weigh almost 900 times as much as the Great Pyramid.  A neutron star is, on average, approximately the size of New York City.  They are the lighthouses of the universe, beaming light in the form of x-rays and radio waves from their poles.  Astronomers on the hunt for neutron stars look for tell-tale flashing, so regular you could literally use it to keep time.  Stranger still, neutron stars are the universe’s musicians.

There’s all that and more.  Super Earths, twice the mass of our own.  Stars with masses 150 times that of our own sun.  Giant clouds of ethyl alcohol.  Dust particles in nebular clouds that mimic DNA helices.  Rogue stars, shot loose from their orbits by black holes, flying through the cosmos at a million miles an hour.  And, at least in one corner of the universe that we know of, beings with consciousness able to appreciate all the terrible wonder around them.  A Lovecraftian universe indeed.

Koro Syndrome–The Disorder of Fatal Genital Shrinkage. (Yes, You Read That Right)

…I could say so many things right now. Just…read on. It’ll make more sense in a minute, haha

The other day, I came across an article about something stupid Rush Limbaugh said.  Apparently, an Italian study found that penis length has decreased by 10% in the last fifty years.  The study, sensibly enough, stated that things like smoking, stress, pollution, and weight gain were responsible for the discrepancy.  Of course, Limbaugh being Limbaugh, he couldn’t accept such an explanation.  Instead he blames ‘feminazis’ (better known by sane people as ‘feminists’) for the shrinkage.

Rush Limbaugh’s statements have little to do with this article–they were so stupid I couldn’t help but share.  However, the very real shrinkage cited in the study and its attendant anxiety is very relevant. Those, and of course the link at the bottom of the article.  As long time readers know, I find the often baffling world of culture bound syndromes fascinating.  Well, anxiety about genital size can result in a culturally bound syndrome called Koro Syndrome.

The disorder is typically confined to Southeast Asia, specifically Japan, China, and India.  The word ‘koro’ is the Malay word for turtle, and it is often used as a euphemism for penises.  Koro Syndrome is a disorder characterized by the delusional belief that a man’s genitals are retracting into his body, and that when it fully retracts he will die.  No, I am not making this up.  This is a very real psychological disorder that has been documented for thousands of years of China, and that is recognized by the psychiatric community.

Outbreaks of Koro can result in mass penis panics (never thought I’d be typing those particular words in sequence) where hundreds or possibly thousands of men become convinced that their penises are disappearing.  Many go to extremes to halt the progress of the retraction.  I read an account of one man who kept his little man tied to a string suspended from his ceiling every night for fifteen years before finally seeking psychiatric treatment.  Some have (very devoted) friends or family members hold their member for them to keep it from disappearing (again, not making this up).  Men have even died trying to prevent penis retraction.  I’ll leave exactly how that happens to your imagination.

So, what the heck is going on?  What could possibly make thousands of men think they’re George Costanza after a dip in the pool?  Nobody really knows for certain.  Likely as not it’s a variety of factors, like lack of proper sexual education, cultural factors, and in isolated cases mental illness.  While Koro is mostly isolated to Southeast Asia, isolated cases have cropped up in the West as knowledge of the disorder has spread.  In the West, however, it is limited to those who are mentally ill, whereas otherwise healthy men in China, Japan, and India can be afflicted with the disorder.  Typically psychiatric medications can help sufferers see through the fog of delusion.  While it might seem a ridiculous notion, Koro Syndrome brings very real suffering to many people.  It is just one more example of how the human brain can go strangely and ridiculously off the rails.

How to Survive Sudden, Traumatic Head Loss (Also Known as Decapitation)

The public execution of Lons-le-Saunier in 1897.

Capital punishment is slowly becoming a thing of the past in the Western world.  America is one of the few Western powers where the practice is still going strong, although some might argue not nearly strong enough.  For many, our emphasis on a humane death for the most inhumane among us rankles, Constitutional protections against “cruel and unusual punishment” notwithstanding.  The notion of trying to find a more humane method of execution than, say, Vlad the Impaler’s,is not a new idea.  With that goal in mind, the French invented the guillotine, a machine specifically designed to deliver swift death by decapitation.

However, strange reports began to circulate that called into question just how humane this “enlightened” form of execution was.  Witnesses claimed that they saw eyes moving on decapitated heads.  Some even claimed to see the heads trying to speak.  These gruesome stories led to the question: “Can a human ‘survive’ their own decapitation, and if so for how long?”

Naturally, we know a bit more about this topic than our ancestors did two hundred years ago, what with our advances in the understanding of human physiology.  The answer to the first question is most assuredly “yes”.  A woman in Denver survived what is known in medical circles as an “internal decapitation” after a horrific car crash left her skull separated from her body.  Her head was still attached by skin, veins, arteries, tendons, and ligaments, and her spinal cord was also intact.  The spine itself had snapped off from the skull.  Fortunately, surgeons were able to save her life.

But what about a “textbook” decapitation, where the head is completely removed from the body?  The answer is still a yes.  In an experiment that would do Frankenstein proud, back in the sixties a group of scientists transplanted the head of one monkey onto the body of another.  The newly formed “Franken-monkey” could see, smell, hear, and even take a chunk out of researcher’s hands if they were unwary.  Nobody then or now could repair the damage to the monkey’s spinal cord, so the monkey was paraplegic.  As was a dog in China who also received a head transplant more recently.  As a quick aside, this isn’t merely mad science–there could be practical medical benefits for humans who find their heads attached to their body since now we have practical experience in keeping heads alive, or paraplegics who find their bodies riddled with cancer.

So, we now know that a victim of decapitation can survive their injury, but barring a mad scientist being around to stitch their head to another person’s body, how long could they survive?  According to this article, about thirteen seconds depending on build, health, and other factors.  What kills you when you’re decapitated isn’t the removal of the head.  As we have seen, if you could find a body to stick your severed head on you could theoretically survive as a paraplegic.  No, what kills is that the brain’s blood supply is cut off, removing the brain’s oxygen supply among other things.  So long as the oxygen remains, brain cells can still fire.  As for whether the decapitated head could remain conscious, it seems likely it would at least for part of the thirteen seconds.

Kinda makes you think the guillotine wasn’t as humane as the French thought it was, right?  Could be part of why they outlawed capital punishment in 1981.

Grisis Siknis–The Miskito “Crazy Sickness”

Miskito Natives

I have covered abnormal psychology more than once on this blog (here, here, and here) but so far I haven’t gotten to culturally bound syndromes, a very unique subset of psychiatric disorders that only occur among specific cultural groups.  These disorders often confound Western medicine, as they don’t fit well into the current classification system for psychiatric disorders and they also don’t respond well to Western style treatments.

One such culture bound disorder is Grisis Siknis, which exclusively affects the Miskito people of Nicaragua.  Grisis Siknis means “crazy sickness” in the Miskito language and it is a contagious sort of hysteria characterized by long periods of anxiety, dizziness, nausea, irrational anger, and profound fear.  More disturbing, Grisis Siknis is characterized by bouts of frenzied, often violent activity in which the afflicted will lose consciousness and run, believing that demons are chasing them, trying to assault them physically and sexually.  Oftentimes, the afflicted person will pick up a weapon–a machete, a broken bottle, a stick, or anything handy–and start striking out randomly at unseen attackers.  They exhibit a hysterical strength, sometimes requiring four men to restrain them.

…oh and did I mention who these machete waving berserkers who can only be restrained by four or more burly dudes are?  They’re typically teenaged girls, aged between 15 and 18.  Not exactly who you had pictured, right? I also mentioned how Grisis sickness is contagious–outbreaks sometimes begin with one girl before spreading to neighboring villages and sometimes affecting hundreds of girls before receding away as quickly as it came.

So what causes a bunch of teenage girls to absolutely flip their lids and start waving machetes at people?  There are two radically different schools of thought on the matter.  Western psychiatry holds that the “crazy sickness” results from stresses on these girls.  The Miskitos are an impoverished tribe of native people who practice a hybrid mixture of traditional animism and Christianity.  Both of these systems put a strong emphasis on female purity.  However, when a girl reaches late adolescence, she is also expected to be available to marry.  It is thought that these conflicting expectations–to simultaneously remain pure while also being sexually available–coupled with the general stress of an impoverished life style results in a build up of psychological steam pressure, as it were, which is then vented by an outbreak of Grisis Siknis.  So, the “crazy sickness” is sort of a cultural pressure valve, an acceptable way to express emotions that are otherwise inexpressible.

The Miskitos themselves take a completely different view.  They take the girls at their word, believing that Grisis Siknis is caused by evil spirits or dark sorcery, and it can only be countered by equally powerful magic.  Whatever your thoughts on such things are, you can’t argue with the results–Grisis Siknis sufferers do not respond at all to Western medicine, but they do respond to traditional healing methods that involve potions, herbs, steam baths, and rituals.  While the latter methods aren’t magic bullets, they do eventually relieve the poor girl’s suffering.  Makes you wonder if the Miskitos might not be right, eh?

Ghosts of the Cold War–The Lost Cosmonauts

Sputnik 1

This is a replica of Sputnik 1 from the National Air and Space Museum. It was the first artificial satellite to orbit the Earth.

The Cold War is a fascinating time in our history, when the United States and its allies were united against the Soviet Bloc, consisting of the Soviet Union, its satellite states, and its Communist allies.  The lands beyond the Iron Curtain were a mystery to most Americans, a giant red enigma frightening in its size and implacable in its intent.  This combined with the frantic efforts on both sides to one up each other in nearly every sphere of endeavor–especially technology–led to the strange story of The Lost Cosmonauts.

To understand this legend, we must begin with the first artificial satellite to orbit the Earth–Sputnik 1.  Needless to say that the thought of a Soviet made machine orbiting high over head with intents unknown was traumatic for America and her allies, but it wasn’t a pair of American amateur radio operators who took the initiative to snoop on the satellite but rather Italians.  The brothers Achille and Giovanni Judica-Cordiglia, using surplus American equipment, managed to pick up the monotonous radio transmission issuing from Sputnik 1.  This feat made them something like local celebrities, a fame that grew when they made the sensational claim that they had caught horrific signals from failed Soviet manned space missions.

These alleged transmissions were first recorded in May of 1960, when the brothers claimed to have heard a manned space craft issuing a distress signal that it had gone off course.  Later that same year came an even more disturbing signal–an SOS in Morse code that faded over time, suggesting that its craft of origin was moving away from the Earth.  From then on the claims became even more sensational and disturbing.  One recording allegedly captured a dying cosmonaut’s fading heart beat and ragged final breaths as he suffocated to death in his capsule.  Another recorded a female cosmonaut’s frantic final signals as she burnt up upon reentry.  There were several more that involved cosmonauts flying off into the void of space after their equipment failed or after their capsules skidded off the Earth’s atmosphere like a flat rock across the surface of a pond.

If true, the implications are horrifying.  Few deaths could be more terrible than being lost in the vastness of Deep Space in a capsule about the size of a small car, slowly suffocating as you use up your last oxygen reserves.  I can see why Westerners at the time would find this scenario believable–after all, everyone knew how small a premium the Communist countries put on human life, their compulsive tendency toward secrecy, and they also knew (to a lesser extent) how crazy dangerous the space program was.  It was a simple enough matter to put two and two together and surmise that the Soviet space program must have been like a meat grinder.  But how true was that, really?

Certainly, more people died in the Soviet program than their American counterparts.  Most of these deaths didn’t come out until after the Soviet archives were opened after the collapse of the Soviet Union in the early 90′s.  But it would be inaccurate to say that the Soviets simply threw cosmonauts through the proverbial wood chipper until they could get their rockets working properly.  A cursory examination of this notion shows how ludicrous it is–after all, both astronauts and cosmonauts were highly trained professionals.  It’d be insane to sacrifice them recklessly simply by virtue of their expertise, let alone the fact that they’re human beings.

But a look at the alleged transmissions themselves and the stories around them shows they were little more than sensationalism.  For one, any vehicle undergoing reentry is under radio silence, since rocketing through the atmosphere at several hundred miles an hour sort of results in a lot of radio interference.  Second, most of the vehicles said to be zooming out of the Earth’s orbit were incapable of going fast enough to achieve escape velocity from Earth’s orbit.  But let’s say these vehicles had actually achieved orbit.  Unless some outside force had worked on them or they fired their rockets (which as I said at the time couldn’t achieve escape velocity) they wouldn’t just suddenly whip out of orbit. Once you’re in orbit, there are only two ways to go unless worked upon by an outside force–you either remain stationary or starting heading back down to Earth.

Suffice it to say, it doesn’t seem very likely that there are any lost cosmonauts zooming through the endless blackness of space.  This dark story is nothing more than a fantasy born out of Cold War paranoia and a pair of brothers in search of fame.

How to Make a Zombie, the Haitian Way

The cemetary zombie from Night of the Living Dead, directed by George Romero

Sure this guy’s from Night of the Living Dead and not exactly a voodoo zombie, but he’s one of my favorites so here he is!

Zombies are a popular topic on this blog since, and this may be shocking to some, I’m a big fan of the zombie sub genre.  In the past I have speculated on whether the plague zombie, the type of zombie most famous in pop culture these days, could occur outside the silver screen.  However, there is one type of zombie that can and does exist in the real world–the voodoo zombie.  And today, I’m going to tell you how to make a zombie, the Haitian way!  [Disclaimer: This goes without saying, but please don't try this at home!  Leave zombification to voodoo professionals =P]

First, you need to identify a victim.  In Haiti, this would be a person who is what we in America would call a class A douchenozzle.   By way of example, Clairvius Narcisse, probably the most famous “zombie” in history, was a deadbeat dad who screwed his brother out of a land deal prior to being marked for zombification.

Once you have your target in mind, it’s time to mix up some zombie powder.  Now the recipe varies from bokor to bokor (bokors are voodoo sorcerers by the way), but the best mixes all have three things in common: ground human bones, plants with urticating hairs (science talk for irritating little spines–you can substitute ground glass or tarantula hairs.  Anything that pricks the skin and makes a person itch), and dried, ground puffer fish.

Each component serves a distinct purpose.  The bone dust is just damned creepy and really shows you’re dedicated to making your nemesis into a zombie (since, you know, unless you’re a serial killer most people don’t just have human bones laying around).  The glass or stinging hairs serve to irritate your victim’s skin, giving a way for the puffer fish’s toxin to enter their system, especially when they start to scratch, while the puffer fish contains tetrodotoxin, a neurotoxin five hundred times more deadly than cyanide.  In sub lethal doses, tetrodotoxin can induce a death-like state in victims as it suppresses vital functions to the point where even a trained physician couldn’t tell they were still alive.  Though paralyzed, victims of tetrodotoxin maintain consciousness throughout their entire ordeal, a fact that makes the later part of zombification all the more gruesome.

But more on that later.  So now you have your zombie powder.  It’s time to administer the dose!  You’ll have to be sneaky.  In order to work properly, you’ll need to apply the powder to the victim’s skin.  Bokors suggest dumping it into a person’s shoes or down the back of their shirt.  Ideally you’d find a way to dump the stuff into an open wound.  It might take more than one application of the zombie powder to lay your victim low, so if they don’t immediately fall over into a coma, stick with it!

Once your soon to be zombie is in his or her death trance, make certain they’re buried soon after.  Now they’ll be awake and conscious the entire time.  They’ll know that they’ve just been declared dead, and they’ll be able to see the coffin lid as it is shut over them.  Timing is critical, as you’ll want to dig them up before brain damage from lack of oxygen sets in.  Once you and your henchmen (one who is inevitably named Igor, because I’m imagining you as a Frankenstein-esque mad scientist here) dig up your victim, you’ll need to feed him/her a concoction containing Datura, the so-called “zombie cucumber”.  Datura contains hallucinogenic compounds that will keep your zombie in a docile, obedient fugue.  After all, it wouldn’t do you much good should you go through all of this effort and your zombie doesn’t obey your every evil command.  Sort of defeats the whole point of the exercise, doesn’t it?

There you have it!  You’re well on your way to making a zombie, the Haitian way!

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